User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110817213645

A howl is heard over the din of battle. Garond smiles as two shapes streak across the dunes and into the battle. "My Dirgecallers! Kill!"

Lance is knocked over by one of the slobbering weasels as it howls, ready to bite his neck. But the hare is quicker. With an upward thrust, the Dirgecaller moans as it is lifted up by Lance's spear. He tosses the body aside and gets up again.

The second Dirgecaller, after killing a hare, closes in on Bluestripe, foamy saliva spilling from the sides of its mouth.